I was twelve when I figured out God. Mom was a devout Presbyterian who taught Sunday school. Every evening she...
THE PARLOR is a series on The Milk House that embraces the lighter side of rural life. You can find...
Daddy sat up in a tangled mess of damp sheets. He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a Camel....
Around Troupsburg The night unwinds its skein of silver-blue wool around the moon and trains its face to glow upon...
Ninety feet beneath the surface of the Coral Sea, in the inky dark of night, hovering just above a reef...
The July afternoon suspends thick, golden haze drifting from the wildfires out west. I heft a 50-pound bag of cattle...
William Shakespeare managed to pack an awful lot of drama into his graveyard scene in Hamlet. In fewer than three...
Ezra Ray and I grew up together in a small South Georgia town of no more than three thousand persons....
The Kinship of Tools When we bought the farm, the old man shook my hand, his grip still strong from...
A man said to the universe: “Sir, I exist!” “However,” replied the universe, “The fact has not created in me...
Rite of Passage In Bali, it’s the filing of the canines to limit boys’ wild adolescence. Among Cameroon’s Baka Pygmies...
Not a speck of cloud. No sign of rain. Second year in a row. Kishan looked up at the blazing...